Will hesitated. This was not something Magnus had sent him for; it was something he wanted to know for himself. “Love potions—” Old Mol screeched with laughter. “Love potions? For Will ’erondale? ’Tain’t my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you ’as got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.”
The fact that this is jaces ancestor makes more sense everytime i learn something/anyone calls him beautiful
